Yet it can take on a different meaning for some of us non-cricketers in real life too!
Looking back, its been a year that I started writing this blog. A year full of new learning’s in this field that I had so tentatively entered into….
A move away from Physiotherapy! It seemed the unthinkable, more so for others than me…
That was my first innings….
I can’t say that I scored a ton, but I did my bit. Working with special kids, seeing their progress and most of all, seeing the joy in their parents face is something that I can never forget.
Working with adults was just as rewarding.
Yet something drew me towards a change, try out something new.
Why not? Its the norm of the day is it not…
So that’s how I began writing and slowly it became more and more important.
The second innings…
Thanks to you all who have been reading my thoughts and mailing in your comments.
Robert Frost’s words come to my mind:
“Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep, And